The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

Chapter 38: Headache

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"But I can find out who bought the Falling Star Stone?" In the private room on the third floor, a Yuan Ying cultivator wearing a robe with flowing clouds and broad sleeves asked the people around him.

"It's a guest on the fourth floor," the person who spoke back and forth looked embarrassed. "Master, those who can go to the fourth floor are all powers above the gods, and we can't afford to offend them."

The Nascent Soul cultivator clenched his fists. He wandered here by accident today, and he didn't bring so many spirit stones with him, and he never expected that there would be a falling star stone: "No, the big competition is coming, I must get the falling star. Shi, or else you will win for that bastard."

This Nascent Soul cultivator, surnamed Ding, is the direct son of the elders of the Floating Cloud Sect's artifact refining line, and his aptitude is also first-class, but he has a younger brother who surpasses him in artifact refining talent. Previously, because of his calculations, he asked that bastard to go to the devil's way as an inner responder. Who would have expected that person to have a bad luck, and got the guidance of Venerable Calgary, and immediately got the attention of the sect when he came back.

"Master Ding Qi, the guests on the fourth floor are gone." Liuhe Auction House is jointly managed by the three major sects, and there are naturally people belonging to each family. There is still a way for the Ding family to inquire about some news.

"Thank you the second shopkeeper for me." The Nascent Soul cultivator stood up.

"Where is Ding Qishi, this time thanks to the training angle given by Master Ding." The people in the auction house smiled and looked at the hot white fox that was selling in the stands.

Ordinary spirit training horns can only teach spirit beasts that have signed a blood pact with him. Today, this kind of spirit training horns that can tame monsters is very rare, and only a few master craftsmen can do it.

"Hmm..." Qingtong leaned against Mo Tianliao's arms and had a splitting headache, so he couldn't help clenching the clothes on Mo Tianliao's chest.

Mo Tianliao didn't dare to stop, he could fly as far as he could, and he slowed down until the power of the training horn could no longer touch him. The senior brother took the flying boat and swayed up: "Come up."

He jumped onto the flying boat with his master in his arms, took control of the flying boat with one hand, and let Meng Hu, who was also uncomfortable, take a breath. Meng Hu swallowed a calming pill to appease the soul, and then took it again, indicating that he was fine, and asked him to look at the master.

Mo Tianliao was not polite, he sat in the middle of the boat with Qingtong in his arms, opened his blood-colored lips, and fed a concentrating pill into it.

"Where are we going?" Meng Hu rubbed his forehead and glanced at his teacher who was not in a good condition. He didn't know which wicked old thing made this training horn to have such power.

"Let's go back to the sect first." As Mo Tianliao was talking, the flying boat suddenly stopped, causing the three of them to fall forward at the same time. Mo Tianliao hurriedly hugged the master and rolled on the ground, and only then did he relieve his strength.

"Who?" Meng Hu got up angrily, and someone used a weapon to forcibly stop the flying boat from moving forward.

The person on the other side obviously didn't expect this magic weapon to have such an effect, and was really stunned: "Ding Zijin, the son of the elder Dinghu of the Floating Cloud Sect, has no intention of offending the senior... Ah, it turns out to be Junior Brother Meng."

Meng Hu frowned. The three major sects had frequent contacts, but he knew this Ding Zijin, not because of any friendship, but because this person seemed to always be committed to getting to know the direct disciples of various sects, and he even gave him some small magic tools.

The flying boat has a layer of light shield. If the people inside do not stand up, the outside cannot be seen, so Ding Zijin doesn't know who is sitting in the boat, but since Meng Hu is here, the cultivator must be Wo Yunzong. The cave owner or the elder protecting the mountain.

"It's like this, the Floating Cloud Sect is about to compete, and I really need Starfall Stones, I don't know..." Ding Zijin said carefully.

Meng Hu's face darkened, how did this person know that they bought the Falling Star Stone? It must be the news revealed by Liuhe Auction House, these little people! "Brother Ding, this move has already broken the rules of Liuhefang, it's better for you to leave soon." The meaning is very clear, the elders in the boat are too lazy to care about you now, if you continue to entangle, it will be a matter of time!

"It's really offensive, I have high-grade spirit tools here, as well as a thousand-year-old spirit grass, I just want to be able to cut the falling star stone." Ding Zijin squinted at Feizhou as he spoke. His father Ding Hu was the best craftsman among the three major sects. Even the head of Wo Yunzong had to give some face. He didn't have to come today. Just go to the door and ask for a replacement.

Qingtong leaned against Mo Tianliao's arms, frowning, it was really noisy, he got up and prepared to teach this ignorant junior a lesson. Just as the clinker propped up, a burst of severe pain suddenly came, and he immediately bit his lower lip. There was a Nascent Soul cultivator outside. If he knew that this God Transformation Great Master had been seriously injured, he would have to snatch it hard.

Mo Tianliao hurriedly carried the person back, pinched Qingtong's chin, and said solemnly, "Open your mouth." The round blood beads overflowed from the biting lower lip, and slipped down the white chin, dripping on the snow-colored shark. on silk. Mo Tianliao saw that his heart was twisted like a knife, forcibly squeezed the tightly closed lower lip, quickly leaned over, and blocked the murmur that could not help overflowing between his lips and teeth.

The cold and beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she stared at the handsome face that had grown bigger in front of her, and she was a little stunned for a while. What is this villain doing

The touch between his lips was very soft, like a jelly-like sweet-scented osmanthus cake, with an indescribable sweetness in the coolness, Mo Tianliao was a little intoxicated for a while, and after a moment of trance, he realized what he had done on impulse. He, unexpectedly, kissed the master! The cold hairs on his back stood up immediately, and when his heart was over, Uncle Cat would definitely scratch him out of the shavings.

The jade-like fingertips placed on Mo Tianliao's back immediately turned into five sharp claws, which shone coldly in the sunlight. Damn scoundrel, um... The claws just raised suddenly softened. A warm breath slowly passed over the place where the two touched, with a faint scent of grass and trees, which relieved the severe pain very well.

The Concentration Pill can only temporarily stabilize the soul, but it cannot reduce his pain. This breath is like a clear spring pouring on dry land. He has not experienced such comfort for a long time, and Qingtong can't help but slowly close his eyes.

Mo Tianliao realized that he had done something stupid, and he didn't dare to make big moves for fear of hurting the master in his arms, so he had to stiffen his body and parted bit by bit, ready to be beaten by the master. Clinker, just a finger's width away, those sweet thin lips actually followed up and kissed him again.

"Hmm!" Mo Tianliao was completely stunned, staring blankly at the handsome face close at hand, his cold eyes were covered by the drooping eyelids, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and scratched lightly on his face, itchy. , until it itch to the heart.

Move with your heart, the way is natural.

As a demon cultivator, Mo Tianliao would not feel wronged. Since the master didn't plan to kill him for a while, he really wanted to kiss him at the moment, so he followed his heart and hugged the beauty in his arms tightly, deepening this kiss.

Meng Hu was so entangled by this surname Ding that he wanted to bite, but there was no movement in the boat. Should something happen to Master? Thinking like this, my heart was even more anxious, and just as I was about to go down to take a look, a gleaming white palm suddenly called towards Ding Zijin, who was talking vigorously.

Ding Zijin jumped in shock, hurriedly flipped in the air, and at the same time sacrificed a defensive treasure. The treasure light inspired by the treasure was touched by the palm wind, and he was thrown a few feet away.

"Master." Meng Hu turned his head and saw Qingtong standing behind him with his arms and hands. Although his face was still a little bad, his lips were not as pale as before.

Ding Zijin quickly summoned Feijian to catch him and stood firm. When he saw the person in the boat, his heart suddenly froze. Even if you meet the Sect Master of Wo Yunzong, there is still room to turn around. How can you be so unlucky to meet the real Qingtong who has a bad temper! "Junior... ah..." Before finishing a sentence, he was slapped again.

"Go away!" The cold voice penetrated the sky with strong spiritual power.

"I don't know if it's the real person Qingtong, what an offense!" Ding Zijin didn't dare to say any more, this real person is not sympathetic, which made this god unhappy, let alone him, even if his father came, he also beat him. Not wrong. Leaving this sentence in a hurry, he ran away with Feijian in his blood.

To say that a real Nascent Soul, against Shang Huashen, as long as the strength is strong enough and there are enough spiritual treasures, there is still a fight. However, Ding Zijin wanted to inquire about some news, but he didn't plan to go all out. He still planned to go to Woyunzong to exchange the falling star stone in the future, and he couldn't fight back to offend people. The best way to go.

"Master, are you okay?" Meng Hu stepped forward and helped Qingtong sit back.

"It's okay." Qingtong sat down and glanced at Mo Tianliao who was huddled in the corner.

"Huh? Junior brother, what's wrong with you?" Meng Hu leaned over curiously and saw his junior brother leaning back against the stern, holding his head and not speaking.

"No, it's nothing..." Mo Tianliao lowered his head and moved to the helm. "Master, it's fine. Senior brother rest, I'll take the helm." Then, he grabbed the helm without any explanation.

"Hmph." Qingtong snorted, grabbed the big apprentice who was trying to get close, and slapped the big head.

Meng Hu scratched his head, although he was very curious, but the master's order could not be violated, and he honestly turned into a hairy tiger and was carried to the stern by the master with one hand.

Said to be carrying, but Qingtong was just grabbing the back of the tiger's neck hair, and it consciously followed, and at the end lay down with a thud, looking like he was being ravaged by the king.

Qingtong leaned against the warm tiger and squinted at the silent man in front of him. The black coat was blown up by the wind, and the torn coat could not hide it, revealing the dark color inside. middle clothes. He stretched out his slender fingers, looked in front of him, and then looked at the huddled guy in front of him, and felt itchy again.

Mo Tianliao touched his white face and the tooth marks on his chin, but did not dare to say a word.

The author has something to say: Small Theater:

"A truly fulfilling and meaningful day"

Birdie: What did you gain today

Liuhefang: Harvested a lot of spiritual stones, money, money!

The nails are tight: I got a slap from a real person, scaring the urine!

Colorful Tiger: Got a great secret, shh! (⊙ω⊙)

Woodworking: Harvested... A face of shavings... Ehehehe